Tyrell ran down the corridor, his gear flung lazily into a sling bag as he barged past people. His coat trail flapped behind him, slapping others as he ran past them. There were screams of objection and panic as he ran down the corridors, signs of looting and pillaging already evident. People taking advantage of the chaos, beings flung themselves ontop of eachother in fits of rage, passion, or both. The ones who didn't expect to make it out of this alive giving into whatever desires they had at the moment. He elbowed his way past a couple of beings that decided to block a corridor, tapping relentlessly on his wrist comm shouting at his droids. "Complete inventory of all ships currently still docked. Prioritise those who owe me a favour and I'm willing to work with." The droids beeped their objection. "I know you don't have a lot of time just [i]do[/i] it." 

Left hand slipping to his holster he flicked his blaster out and shot a security guard in the leg that had started to raise his weapon in his direction. The corridors continued to get more and more crowded the closer to the hangars that they got. It wasn't surprising, everything was starting to go askew. Everyone wanted off the ship, especially with the Imperial boarding vessels that he occasionally got the glimpse of out of the window. Eventually a hologram appeared beside his head. Elias Ordo. Ofcourse it was Ordo, out of all the people still on the ship who owed him a favour it had to be Ordo. He was never going to live this down, but desparate times called for desparate measures. "Let Ordo know I'm coming to collect, right now. Also that I'm coming in hot."